Warning: Naughty language and sex acts to follow. Oh, and I own nothing but my own screw-ups.


Part Two: Peeta, Peeta Pumpkin Eater

Uh-oh. I'd know that take-no-prisoners strut anywhere. That was Johanna alright, and she was walking down the platform beside the newly arrived inbound train like she owned it. Headed straight for me. I had a few seconds at most before she saw me. Crap. Katniss hadn't mentioned Johanna Turnbridge, nee Mason, was coming to visit us in 12. Maybe Katniss didn't even know. That would be just like Johanna.

And what the hell was she wearing? A practically transparent over-sized top thing and body-hugging leggings that drew attention to every single voluptuous curve, including her small baby bump. Judging by the leer a passing porter sent Johanna, she still had the power to enthrall just about any male within a hundred yard radius. Fortunately for me, I'd gotten over all that years ago before the 3rd Quarter Quell. I still remembered desperately trying to keep my eyes north of Johanna's neck when she cast off her tree costume and stood stark naked in front of me in an elevator whisking both of us along with a fuming Katniss to the Tribute Quarters in the Capitol. That was like 6-7 years ago now, and I still felt my neck flush at the memory. Why Katniss ended up furious with me at the end of that particular meeting with Johanna, I still didn't quite understand. I ask you: what 17 year old guy wouldn't sneak a glance at a naked woman standing right in front of him? At least today, Johanna was wearing clothing- though barely.

I fought to wipe the look of mild alarm from my face when Johanna spotted me standing on the station platform, and pranced slinkily over to me, her rolling luggage in tow, "Isn't this just the best surprise! Peeta Mellark, most romantic sod in all of Panem, here to meet me at the train station of this forsaken little backwater of a district."

She threw her arms around me in a loose embrace, and placed a loud smacking kiss on my cheek, causing several people in the vicinity to cast speculative looks our way. Great. Half the district would have it passed around that I'd met my pregnant mistress at the train depot before I even got back to the bakery for the lunch rush. I, of course, knew that Johanna was now happily, blissfully married to a guy named Tris Turnbridge from her district, but the District 12 busybodies didn't know that.

I returned her hug before stepping back and glancing around uncomfortably, "Erhm, hey, Johanna. This is a nice surprise. I was just here to pick up a shipment of flour from 11. Had no idea you were coming for a visit. Katniss must've forgotten to tell me."

"Oh, I thought I'd surprise her. And you, too, of course, " she reached up to playfully tousle my hair with her fingers, "I tell you, if Katniss hadn't gotten to you first..." Her eyes trailed over me leisurely, as she made a little tsking noise, "You just keep getting hotter, Lover Boy."

I let out a nervous chuckle as I looked over Johanna's shoulder and spied Rona Ebersole, the town gossip, actually stop mid-stride on her way to the ticket window of the station just to gape at us. Well, make that the whole district would be thinking I met my pregnant mistress at the train station. Damn.

"Really, Johanna, you're shocking the locals, besides I know how besotted you are with Tris, since I was at your wedding a few months back," I chided her, but with a smile.

"Oh, honey," Johanna laid a well-manicured hand on my bare bicep just below my shirt sleeve, squeezing it like she was checking ripe fruit, "I may be married and pregnant, but I'm not dead. I can still admire an attractive man when I see one."

"Johanna, quit toying with Peeta, and get over here. Honestly, I'm two minutes late and you're already causing trouble," a rather surly but somehow amused voice belonging to my wife came from somewhere behind me. Thank God. Saved.

"Brainless!" Johanna squealed as she skipped the couple of steps to hug Katniss. "But it's so much fun. Just look at that adorable blush of his. I'll know I've lost my touch when I can't make our Peeta here turn red as a ripe...plum with my silliness." She winked at me seductively.

Katniss shot me an apologetic look before saying, "She called the house after you left this morning to inform me of her visit. Sorry I didn't warn you."

Katniss stepped up and gave me a lingering, soft-lipped kiss against my parted lips, before stepping back to brush her thumb over my cheek, probably to remove traces of Johanna's lipstick.

My chest puffed up automatically. Katniss Everdeen Mellark had just laid some serious PDA on me. For any other girl, that would be like she hopped up and wrapped her legs around my hips and started grinding into me. Geez. Where had that come from? Johanna was such a bad influence. Although... maybe the hopping and grinding thing would be fun to try with Katniss...later... in private. I shifted uncomfortably as the image of Katniss' supple thighs wrapped around me made my pants suddenly feel a bit tight.

Why was I here again? Just then a porter I recognized walked over to me pushing a flat cart loaded with a large stack of 100 pound sacks embossed with District 11's logo. Flour shipment? Oh, yeah.

"Hey, Gus. Did it all get here alright?" I smiled at the man as I leaned over to inspect the bags and make sure my full order was there.

I hefted one of the heavy sacks over my shoulder, in order to count the others piled behind it. I distinctly heard a nearby Johanna quip huskily to Katniss, "Damn, will you just look at that ass! And those shoulders! Such definition. God...I think I've just come. You are one lucky beatch, Kat."

"Dammit, Johanna! Quit ogling my husdand!" a frustrated Katniss spit out.

"Can I help it if these pregnancy hormones make me horny as hell?" Johanna shot back, "I mainly came for a visit to give Tris a break. Poor man was actually walking a little funny before I left."

"Peeta, I'm going to take this one home before she creates more of a scene than she already has. See you at dinner, okay?" Katniss called out to me, while determinedly leading Johanna (read dragging Johanna) and her rolling luggage away.

Last I heard as they passed out of sight was Katniss saying, "Just because you might have broken your husband of less than a year, doesn't mean you get to paw and leer at mine, Jo..."

I managed not to laugh until I was sure they were out of earshot. The next couple of days would be interesting, that's for sure.

Dinner certainly turned out to be an adventure and an education- between Johanna's over-shares regarding the new sexual positions she and Tris had been experimenting with to accommodate her growing stomach, and Katniss pointedly interrupting Johanna's question to me of whether I thought Johanna's breasts had gotten too big with her condition. I actually laughed until I almost cried. Johanna had brought a delicious bottle of wine from a winery she and Tris were thinking of investing in. She insisted Katniss and I share the bottle, as she couldn't indulge herself. For all her swagger, Johanna really was a good friend to us. I couldn't remember the last time we had such a lively dinner. Usually, our meals were pleasant, albeit quiet affairs interrupted only by Haymitch's one syllable grunts. That evening on my way home, I'd stopped by Haymitch's to invite our former mentor for the impromptu dinner in Johanna's honor.

Haymitch adamantly refused before saying, "I thought you had better survival skills these day, boy. Take a bottle of my liquor with you. You're going to need it."

I declined and left to Haymitch's continued mutterings to himself about crazy she-devils, cat fights, and hell freezing over.

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Before going to bed that night, I wandered downstairs for a snack to find Johanna and Katniss still chatting in our kitchen, and reaffirmed to myself that Johanna's visit would be a good...no... a great thing. Johanna with her bawdy sense of humor and adventurous attitude towards most things sexual was good for Katniss, who had a tendency to over-think things at times in that area.

Without a doubt, I was a very happily married man, but the possessive way my wife was currently looking at me while Johanna flirted shamelessly with me over cinnamon rolls, had me supremely grateful my pajama pants were a loose fit. My wife was one sexy woman when she was a little jealous. Katniss' eyes flashed beguilingly into mine as Johanna said some teasing thing or other to me. That moment, I really just wanted to scoop Katniss up and carry her to our bed right then, but I knew she'd never forgive me, and Johanna would never let us forget it, if I did.

So, when Katniss strode into our bedroom a half an hour later while I sat in our bed reading and finishing the cinnamon roll I'd gotten for a snack, I had an idea. A truly wicked idea.

"Johanna settled for the night?" I asked innocently as Katniss moved into the adjoining bathroom to turn on the shower.

"As settled as she ever gets, I guess," Katniss let out a sigh that was a combination of weariness and amusement.

"It's good to see her so happy. When she's happy she's just so … ," I paused trying to phrase what I meant.

"... So Johanna, but like an order of magnitude more than usual?" Katniss finished as she padded barefoot to stand close to our bed and reach over to bury her fingers in my hair, scratching her short nails over my scalp just the way I liked. I groaned in ecstasy.

"Exactly," I scooted to sit on the edge of the bed with my pajama clad knees spread on either side of Katniss where she stood in front of me, "It's kind of inspiring actually..."

Katniss stared down at me and grinned slowly, "That's one way to describe it. I'm actually going to lock the damn bedroom door tonight to keep your virtue in tact."

Wrapping my arms around Katniss' slender hips, and resting my cheek against her stomach, I chuckled, "Oh, you know she only does and says what she does because we're so much fun to tease. Although..." I gazed up at her heatedly through my eyelashes, "I'm thinking I wouldn't mind someone else threatening my virtue..."

I nipped at Katniss' hip through her shirt before continuing, "What say, I come in there and help you shower? I could wash those hard to reach areas I love so much."

"Peeta- Johanna might hear us..." Katniss huffed, but I could tell she was thinking about it. Our wet skin sliding against each others' while we exchanged hot kisses under the stinging spray of the shower.

"You actually think Johanna could hear anything on the other side of the house or that anything she did hear would shock her, Katniss?" I asked archly.

"Good points. And you are so very thorough in helping me wash those hard to reach areas, aren't you, Peeta?" she murmured huskily, raking her hands through my hair again, and pressing her pelvis against my chest a little harder. I was already twitching in my pajama pants at the thought of "helping" my wet, naked wife in our shower.

"Here- allow me to 'help' you," I grinned impishly as I pulled her shirt up and over her head while rising to stand in front of her. It became a race to see who could get their clothes off the fastest. I won. Barely.

The showers in the Victor's Village master bedrooms really were great- large, tiled, glass enclosed. There were even triple shower jets arranged on the tile wall opposite a built-in bench. After standing in the steamy spray wrapped in each others arms for a few moments, I gently pushed Katniss to sit on the tile seat.

"Peeta, this tile's cold on my ass," Katniss whined a little petulantly.

"My wife can't have a cold ass," I crooned sympathetically, "Allow me to warm you."

I knelt in front of her on my good knee and slowly brushed both my hands up her bare, wet thighs, while leaning in for an open mouthed kiss, "Mmmm... you taste like wine. I like it even better this way."

"And you taste like cin-cinnamon," I had to grin as Katniss stuttered when I trailed my lips across her jaw and down to the side of her neck where I nibbled and licked my way over her chest while reaching my hands under her chilly ass and pulling her toward me on the seat.

Lowering my head to plant a slow, licking kiss on first one nipple and then the other, I ghosted my fingertips up and down her inner thighs. She shivered.

"Still cold?" I asked before I sucked her nipple into my mouth and nipped it gently.

"No," came her immediate response, as she buried her fingers in my now wet hair, urging me closer. My lips formed a slow smile as they continued to nuzzle her breast.

I wondered if it was time to try something a little different in our shower lovemaking routine...

Shifting a bit, I dropped my head and kissed the insides of her slightly splayed knees, pushing them farther apart with my hands.

"Peeta?" Katniss sounded confused and then a little startled when she repeated my name again on a gasp, while I trailed my lips lingeringly up her thighs, my fingers continuing their journey to her center and finally caressing her slick folds. I reached for her calves and raised them over my shoulders, lowering my head closer to the succulent vision before me.

"Oh, my God... Peeta," she panted, her thigh muscles tensing around me as I dropped kisses over her clit, "W-what are you doing?"

Tilting my head up to meet her hooded gaze, "I feel inspired to try something new..."

I'd pleasured her with my mouth before, but not in our shower with the lights on while Katniss sat spread naked before me like a delicious, wet buffet. I felt blood pulsing in my groin as I looked down at the delicate pink flesh of her sex surrounded by soft dark curls.

I bent the remaining couple of inches and laved my tongue length-wise over her slit, stopping to tease her sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue. The keening cry, that may or may not have been my name combined with several curse words, led me to believe that this was worth doing repeatedly. She tasted amazing. My aroused groan drew a soft wail in response from Katniss, as the sound waves from my own groan vibrated through the sensitive tissues of her soft, wet center. I moved the fingers of one hand to her opening, gently inserting them to curl around until I felt her shudder convulsively, as her hips began to buck against me.

I loved Katniss' voice- talking, singing, even yelling at me in anger, but my most favorite voice of all was when she totally forgot herself with me when we were alone together. The special noises she made just for me when she came were so arousing they could almost send me over the edge to an orgasm without her even touching me, eclipsing everything. Well, she usually was touching me- like now. Even after all this time together, it was a near thing for me to gather her in my arms after her body pulsed against my fingers and lips in the aftermath of her pleasure. I was so close to tipping over the edge, and somehow Katniss knew it, just as I knew the sounds she made when she climaxed.

"Peeta..." she panted, "Now."

"What, baby?" I was confused until she stood a little unsteadily, taking my hands and pulling me up to stand against her before she jumped up on the shower seat and...Ohhh...my...oh...fuck! Her thighs clasped around my hips, while her warm, still-pulsing heat sank down over my throbbing erection. I staggered a step forward to press her against the shower wall for support, as my hands wound around to cup her ass.

"So... good," she mumbled against my ear wrapping her arms around my neck as I drove into her forcefully.

"Yeah. This...isn't going to..." I tried to get out between thrusts, "L-last...long. Unghh... Kat...niss."

She drew back her wet head and placed languid kisses over my eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally my mouth, as I came down from the incredible high of my orgasm.

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So, when Johanna strutted into our kitchen the next morning, like the cat who'd got the cream, and drawled, "God! I feel fabulous! I had the most erotic dreams last night, and the soundtrack... It was almost like it was real."

Katniss blushed to the roots of her hair and buried her face in her cup of tea, while I turned away to hide my stupid I-got-laid grin. Johanna was getting the best freaking baby gift I could find.


All I have to say is: Katniss can't be in charge all the time. Thoughts anyone? Thanks for reading!